Sniper
(专辑: Sniper And Other Love Songs - 1972)
It is an early Monday morning. The
sun is becoming bright on the
land. No one is watching as he comes a
walking. Two bulky suitcases hang from his hands. He heads towards the
tower that stands in the
campus. He goes through the
door, he starts up the
stairs. The
sound of his footsteps, the
sound of his breathing, The
sound of the
silence when no one was there. I
didn't really know him. He was kind of strange. Always sort of sat there. He never seemed to change. He reached the
catwalk. He put down his burden. The
four sided clock began to chime. Seven AM, the
day is beginning. So much to do and so little time. He looks at the
city where no one had known him. He looks at the
sky where no one looks down. He looks at his life and what it has shown him. He looks for his shadow it cannot be found. He was such a
moody child, very hard to touch. Even as a
baby he never smiled too much. No no.No no. You bug me, she said. Your ugly, she said. Please hug me, I
said. But she just sat there With the
same flat stare That she saves for me alone When I'm home. When I'm home. Take me home. He laid out the
rifles, he loaded the
shotgun, He stacked up the
cartridges along the
wall. He knew he would need them for his conversation. If it went as it he planned, then he might use them all. He said Listen you people I've got a
question You won't pay attention but I'll ask anyhow. I
found a
way that will get me an answer. Been waiting to ask you 'till now. Right now ! Am I ? I
am a
lover whose never been kissed. Am I ? I
am a
fighter whose not made a
fist. Am I ? If I'm alive then there's so much I've missed. How do I
know I
exist ? Are you listening to me ? Are you listening to me ? Am I ? The
first words he spoke took the
town by surprise. One got Mrs. Gibbons above her right eye. It blew her through the
window wedged her against the
door. Reality poured from her face, staining the
floor. He was kind of creepy, Sort of a
dunce. I
met him at the
corner bar. I
only dated the
poor boy once, That's all. Just once, that was all. Bill Whedon was questioned as stepped from his car. Tom Scott ran across the
street but he never got that far. The
police were there in minutes, they set up baricades. He spoke right on over them in a
half-mile circle. In a
dumb struck city his pointed questions were sprayed. He knocked over Danny Tyson as he ran towards the
noise. Just about then the
answers started comming. Sweet, sweet joy. Thudding in the
clock face, whining off the
walls, Reaching up to where he sat there, answering calls. Thirty-seven people got his message so far. Yes, he was reaching them right were they are. They set up an assault team. They asked for volunteers. They had to go and get him, that much was clear. And the
word spread about him on the
radios and TV's. In appropriately sober tone they asked "Who can it be ?" He was a
very dull boy, very taciturn. Not much of a
joiner, he did not want to learn. No no.No no. They're coming to get me, they don't want to let me Stay in the
bright light too long. It's getting on noon now, it's goin to be soon now. But oh, what a
wonderful sound ! Mama, won't you nurse me ? Rain me down the
sweet milk of your kindness. Mama, it's getting worse for me. Won't you please make me warm and mindless ? Mama, yes you have cursed me. I
never will forgive you for your blindness. I
hate you! The
wires are all humming for me. And I
can hear them coming for me. Soon they'll be here, but there's nothing to fear. Not any more though they've blasted the
door. As the
copter dropped the
gas he shouted " Who cares ?" .
They could hear him laughing as they started up the
stairs. As they stormed out on the
catwalk, blinking at the
sun, With their final fusillade his answer had come. Am I ? There is no way that you can hide me. Am I ? Though you have put your fire inside me. Am I ? You've given me my answer can't you see ? I
was ! I
am ! And now I
Will Be I
WILL BE !!!